“Well, I think we’ve bothered these fine airport people long enough, don’t you? Let’s get you two home.” “Three,” I correct. Behind her oversized sunglasses, I can see the raise of her brows. “Three?” “Teddy is coming home with me. He’ll be living with us for now, until we figure out a plan of what to do.” She pats my arm again. “Well, that knocks the first thing off my to-do list for our PR crisis meeting. Which is scheduled for Monday morning, by the way. I’ll expect you and your new husband in my office at nine o’clock. Don’t be late.”
